I want to drop shapes and images and music into the body until it finally, once and for all, comes alive. Alive enough to ride the experience of life instead of trying to capture it in a box and put a fence around it. I want yoga to be more about what's inside the pose than about the pose. I want the imagination to spring from the purest place, from bones and fluids and clean organs. I want us to learn to use the breath like an alternative to the way our country has used the oil.

I want anything that has worked to dull us into false perception to roll off and melt back into the ground. I want my tailbone to lead the way instead of my head. I want our smiles to come up from the soles of our feet. I want to open and twist and fold out all the edges of darkness and hiding with you. I want your grandmother to be proud. I want us to feel what we have been trying so hard and for so long not to feel. Because passion is about to come back in the biggest way. Don't you know? Your spine is a harp. Your breath, a bow. You can walk like a poem.